In What Must Have Been a Foreshadowing of Events….

….I was reading a book of poems by Emily Dickinson at the ballfield the other day. {Seriously. Do you know another nerd on the planet who reads Dickinson on the bleachers?) Anyway, I was struck by one in particular called, The Master. It reads:

He fumbles at your spiritAs players at the keysBefore they drop full music on;He stuns you by degrees,

That day at the field, I was quite captured by how the poet describes the wooing of the Holy Spirit. I thought about how very much my experience mirrored the one she described and remembered fondly the day that thunderbolt struck my own soul.

That thunderbolt has struck again.

Except, this time, it wasn’t my own soul scalped, but that of my nine year old son. He has asked many questions over the past few months. They boiled hot, then cooled until last night in his room when he couldn’t resist any longer. He had the sweetest, purest confession and I couldn’t be prouder of him.

I just so happened to come across your blog today of all days, and I couldn’t be happier. I, too, was saved in that very home (My dad was the pastor there before). This post brought back wonderful memories!

Oh, Lisa, chills and tears right this second. Remembering the day my baby girl (8 at the time) did the same! What a day of rejoicing it is, sweetie!! I know you will continue to encourage his sweet soul by the guidance of the Spirit and pray God’s protection over his journey ahead. Praise His Name!

And I covet your prayers along the same lines. My daughter and I are going to an interactive class this weekend at our church that is designed to explain communion to grade schoolers. I’m excited about what doors might be opened.